On Day Five, What’s Wrong with One More High Five . . .

. . . to mark the last day of the Forever Poi promo.  It’s JJ today, hey-ho.

Forever Poi is the fourth mystery and third official paying case in the Triple Threat Investigation Agency series.  It has us—my cousin Rey, her best friend Linda, and myself—out to solve a double-arson and murder.  The big question: who torched two Chinatown art galleries and left two charred bodies in the rubble?

Are the arsonist and killer the same individual?  We’re pretty sure he/she is and as we attempt to find out who he/she is, we encounter a plethora of possible culprits.  The day before the fire, Carlos Kawena, one of the arson victims, had a rather nasty break-up with his lover-partner, James-Henri Ossature.  There were financial issues, too, which has us wondering: could James-Henri have done the dastardly deed to collect insurance and be rid of his lover?  What about the second victim, Mary-Louise Crabtree, a former queenpin?  Given her sketchy past, might a former foe have murdered her?  If so, was Carlos merely collateral damage?

We’re hired by insurance adjuster Xavier Shillingford to assist in the investigation and it soon becomes apparent that a professional arsonist did not set the fires.  As we immerse themselves in this perplexing and complex case, we find a few more bodies lying at our feet . . . and twists and turns that have our heads reeling.  But who doesn’t welcome a challenge or three?

If you’d like to learn how we do as P.I.s still fairly new to the profession, please check us out at:

Day Four,  Only Two More

. . . days of the Forever Poi promo.  You’ve got Rey again, hey!

Me, JJ and Linda, private eyes from the Triple Threat Investigation Agency get a new case: figuring out who burned down two art galleries (and left two bodies in the ashes). 

There are a lot of suspects . . . and more bodies . . . and one crazy, but thrilling, rollercoaster ride.  We deal with a femme fatale, torch, angry exes, eager-to-please lovers, and a former queenpin, among others, and trying to pry (legitimate) info from them is no easy feat.

There’s also this dude, a big brute and associate of a double agent JJ accidentally killed, who wasn’t happy about what happened—and he decides to let JJ know exactly how not happy he is.

If you’d like to learn how we tie up the loose ends and solve the case, please check us out at:

Day Three, Not Quite Free

Welcome to the third day of the Forever Poi promo.  It’s JJ today, hey-ho.

For 99 cents, you can get a copy of our third exciting case.  In case you’re not familiar with us, we’re private eyes from the Triple Threat Investigation Agency—me (JJ), my cousin Rey, and her BFF, Linda.

Two up-and-coming art galleries are torched and two bodies found in the rubble.  We’re hired to find the arsonist by our new adjuster friend, Xavier Shillingford.  It’s a complicated and crazy case, with several possible suspects and another cast of curious characters . . .

♠  Crispy:  known island torch

♠  Cholla:  beautiful femme fatale

♠  James-Henri:  Cholla’s brother, and ex-lover and gallery partner of one of the victims, Carlos

♠  Mary-Louise:  the second victim

♠  Bizz:  a local artist with possibilities

♠  Bayat:  one of Cholla’s starry-eyed (will-do-anything) lovers

♠  Franklen:  another one of Cholla’s starry-eyed (will-do-anything) lovers

♠  Morten:  a tough-as-nails associate of a deceased double agent

♠  Race:  Cholla’s ex (one soured by an ugly divorce)

♠  Dan:  Cholla’s ex (one soured by an ugly divorce)

And the list goes on.  There are a sundry of potential reasons for a sundry of crimes.  We’re certainly kept on our still-newbie toes.  But we excel at persistence and perseverance.  LOL

If you’d like to learn how we solve the case, please check us out at:

https://www.amazon.ca/Forever-Poi-Tyler-Colins/dp/1079716483

Day Two, Bargain for You

It’s the second day of the Forever Poi promo.  Hi there.  It’s Linda today.

I’m going to keep it short and sweet, and provide an excerpt which I hope piques your interest.

For 99 cents, you can get a copy of our third case as private eyes from the Triple Threat Investigation Agency.  Someone torched two art galleries and left two bodies in the ashes.  It proves complex with many twists and turns, and suspects . . . and bodies.  Just when we’re sure we have it figured out, something unexpected happens!

“Why do you suppose he’s not returned calls?” Rey asked as we followed the Jag along Kapiolani, five cars behind. “Guilt? Sadness? A combination of?”

“Only he can answer that.”

“Who’s the woman looking very Audrey Hepburn?”

“The same one I’ve seen twice already.”

“But who is she?”

“Your guess is—”

“As good as mine, yeah.”

“Xavier mentioned a half sister. Maybe that’s her.”

“From what little I’ve seen, there’s absolutely no resemblance. James-Henri has a dumpling nose and a donut-round face.”

“And he has hazel eyes while hers are powder-blue,” I added. “I did say ‘maybe’.”

“She’s certainly very attractive. And that designer red lipstick is awesome.”

The sporty car pulled into one of three empty spaces before a row of unexceptional townhouse-condos near Ward and Prospect. Most had once been dusty pink and were now just plain dusty. I maneuvered into a parking spot on the street.

Rey scanned stores and checked her cell. “That’s Carlos’ place.”

“Really?” I looked at her, surprised. “How do you know?”

“Gail emailed just before you picked me up. She told me she’d be researching the two as soon as she got home, but had done some preliminary stuff and came across this address. Given his background and everything, she found it weird.” She appeared perturbed. “Not what you’d expect a successful gallery owner-slash-consultant to live in, is it?”

“He did have financial issues according to Ald.”

She gestured the duo. “They don’t appear to want to do much but yak and watch.”

“Maybe they know we’re back here.”

“Then why stop?”

“You got me,” I replied with a fleeting smile, keeping a vigilant eye on the two lest they shot off again.

“He must have a key.”

I concurred.

“It’s odd that Carlos lived here and James-Henri there. I mean, they were lovers, at least until recently. I can’t imagine one allowing the other to live in such a . . . a blah place.”

“Blah?” I grinned.

“Ugly. Cheap. It’s not in keeping with the lifestyle or persona he was projecting.”

“You mean successful gallery owner?” I asked dryly, noting that neither sportscar occupant appeared anxious or concerned.

Rey grunted into her cell when taiko drumming announced a call. “We got James-Henri and an Audrey Hepburn wannabe in sight. What’s up? You at the office?” She glanced at me and shrugged. After a few uh-huhs, she disconnected. “Lindy-Loo wants us to head home when we’re able.”

“Is she all right?”

“She’s something, that’s for sure,” my cousin replied flatly and gestured. “Our prey aren’t doing much.”

“Either are we,” I said regretfully.

“To hell with that.” With Reynalda Fonne-Werde melodramatic (reckless) flair, my cousin sprang from the Jeep and strode purposefully to the Jag.

If you’d like to learn how we [eventually] wrap up the case, please check us out at:

Day One, Back to Having Fun

Today’s the first day of the five-day Forever Poi 99-cent promo.

We’re taking turns, so today, you’ve got Rey.  Hey!  Poi was an exciting (and challenging) case, to say the least.  Let me give you a quick rundown.

Our third Triple Threat Investigation Agency case as official private eyes has me, JJ, and Linda out to solve a double-arson—and murder.  The perp who torched two Chinatown art galleries also left two charred bodies in the rubble. 

We think the pyro and killer are the same person but there’s a slew of possible culprits.  The day before the fire, Carlos Kawena, one of the arson victims, had this real ugly break-up with his partner, James-Henri Ossature.  There were financial issues, too. 

Maybe James-Henri was desperate to collect insurance and be rid of his lover at the same time.  What about the second victim, Mary-Louise Crabtree?  She was a former queenpin, among other things, so maybe someone she’d p’o’d in past murdered her? 

It gets pretty complicated pretty fast . . . but we love to be tested and prove that we’re skilled private eyes (even if we’re fairly new to the game, er, profession).

If you’d like to learn how we solve the case, please check us out at:

Brain Drain . . . ?

Hey, it’s Rey.  The Boss has left us high and dry this week.  So, it’s on us to put together a post.

I can’t think of a thing.  You guys?

It’s JJ, hey.  He-he.  Can’t think of anything terribly exciting . . . you, Linda?

Given this isn’t a wine-review blog, I’d have to say no.  I’ve got brain fatigue this week.

More like brain drain.  It’s Rey again, hey.  We-ell, that puts us in a bit of a bind.  I say, let’s give a quick synopsis of our five cases—

Four.

Don’t be picky, Lindy-Loo.  Connecticut wasn’t an official case, but it did give us the idea to become private eyes.

You decided that.

Funny, you two . . . not.  I simply put the idea out there.  And you two agreed.

Not initially.

Did too, Cousin Jilly!  Did too!

LOL.  Okay, did too . . . but not really.  Anyway, Cousin Reynalda, honeybun, why don’t you give our friends a quick rundown of our five “cases”?

Love to!

The Connecticut Corpse Caper

This has the three of us gathering for a week-long stay at wacky Aunt Mat’s haunted mansion (guess where it’s located?).  There’s a sizable inheritance to be collected by those who manage to stay to the end.  Those that decide to leave early—maybe not by choice—must give up their share.  Bodies start to drop and the suspect list grows.  Add to that a resident ghost, dark and dank passageways, and weird sounds behind walls, and you’ve got one heckuva mystery.

Can You Hula Like Hula Hattie?

The three of us have moved to Oahu and opened the Triple Threat Investigation Agency.  Our first paying case has us trying to discover the “secret” of the young and pretty wife of an elderly millionaire.  Sadly, she dies before we get too far.  Several persons seem to have wanted her dead so we have our hands full figuring out who the murderer is.  As luck would have it, a few more bodies turn up—and the perp list grows.

Coco’s Nuts

Buddy Feuer’s a gorgeous former socialite turned truck driver who’s been set up to take the fall for two murders.  We don’t believe she’s guilty, no matter what the police believe and the evidence suggests.  There’s one oddball character, Coco Petersen, who appears to be the key to solving this puzzler, but he’s disappeared.  We have our P.I. work cut out for us!

Forever Poi

Who torched two Chinatown art galleries and left two charred bodies in the rubble?  That’s what we have to figure out.  Are the arsonist and killer the same person?  We think so and there is no end of possible perps.  The day before the fire, Carlos Kawena, one of the arson victims, had an “ugly break-up” with his partner, James-Henri Ossature.  There were financial issues, too.  Could James-Henri have done the dastardly deed to collect insurance and be rid of his lover?  What about the second victim, Mary-Louise Crabtree, a former queenpin?  Given her sketchy past, might some former foe have murdered her?  If so, was Carlos merely collateral damage?  It’s a head-scratcher . . . but we do so love those.

HA-HA-HA-HA (or Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha if you’re on Amazon)

This case finds us on a serial killer’s “buddy” list.  When he’s not taunting us, he’s challenging us to “play the game”—by his rules.  The GrimReaperPeeper, as he introduced himself not long after we solved the art-gallery case, proves to be as intelligent as he is devious and dangerous.  GRP, as we prefer to call him, leaves a lot of calling cards . . . and victims.  DNA and fingerprints are never found; the guy’s good, unfortunately.  But we’re not bad, either.  <wink, wink>

So, maybe not that much of a brain drain.  Maybe we’ve been relaxin’ a bit too much on the beach of late.  <he-he>

Forever Poi, The Real McCoy

A real deal—you can get Forever Poi, the Triple Threat Investigation Agency private investigators’ third case, for 99 cents.

In that proverbial nutshell, JJ, Rey and Linda have to determine who torched two upscale art galleries—and left two bodies in the rubble.

Ald marched into the main office with Linda immediately behind, a thin layer of sweat veiling his handsome, peevish face and flecking a cream-colored polo shirt.

“Welcome.” With a scornful smile, I brandished an arm like a gentleman usher might someone of lesser rank.

Glowering, he cast an eye over the room. “I don’t see you on the phone.”

“We decided to wait until you officially brought those flat feet inside, Detective Hives—er—Ives,” Rey purred, getting up and grabbing the mobile phone from a custom-made black sideboard.

He flipped her the bird and eyed a stylish, contemporary black desk, one of two my friends had finally agreed upon, after a small [over-the-top] free-for-all at a furniture shop. Sitting on a corner, he murmured, “Not bad. Not bad at all.”

“We like it,” I said as Linda dropped onto the sofa beside me. We’d taken possession of the Chinatown office last November, just before completing our second key case: The Coco’s Nuts Affair. The first one had been named The Gruesome Twosome Case, thanks to the two central (f’g demented) players. There’d also been a bad guy nicknamed Mr. Gruesome, due to an ugly visage only a mother could love, but we’d opted to keep it at Twosome.

The Coco’s Nuts Affair had involved multiple murders, all tied to the death of Jimmy Silone Picolo III, a diversified local entrepreneur also allegedly into racketeering and loansharking. This time, there’d been three killers, two in cahoots, and one we’d not in a million years have believed capable of serving as assassin. It went to show that you truly couldn’t judge a book by its cover.

“Xavier’s on speaker,” Rey announced, smacking Ald’s shoulder as she slipped past and dropped onto a second, smaller sofa.

“Hey A,” Ald said.

“A?” Rey mouthed.

My response was a you-got-me shrug.

“Have you heard the news?” the detective asked.

“I’ve been on the road with meetings and missions since noon. I just finished up in Mililani. What’s shaking?” Traffic hummed in the background as Xavier’s baritone voice boomed over the speaker.

Ald adjusted the volume. “Two galleries are pretty close to being cinders, specifically the ones belonging to Carlos Kawena and James-Henri Ossature. Weren’t you supposed to be here for Carlos’ 6-tu-8 do?”

“I had to be somewhere. But I had drinks with Carlos last night to celebrate his forty-sixth and he provided a sneak-peak of the exhibit.” Xavier’s voice had taken on a serious, business-like tone. “What happened? Is he okay?”

“We found a body that wasn’t recognizable. All I know at this stage is that it’s pretty certain the fire was no accident. The only thing I can confirm is the little intimate soirée ended at eight on the nose. He’d planned to leave the gallery no later than 8:20 to be at a snooty function at nine. The fire was called in at 8:35 p.m.”

“Did he show up at that affair?”

“He didn’t tell me much about it. And I haven’t been able to reach James-Henri.”

Rey, Linda and I gazed solemnly at one another.

“Where can I meet you?”

“I’m at the Triple Threat Investigation Agency.” Ald snickered and rolled intense Maya-blue eyes. He’d always found the name of the agency comical, but hadn’t mentioned that until a few weeks ago. In truth, I’d never liked it much either, but my theatrical over-the-top cousin, also a part-time actress (commercials primarily these days), had insisted upon it. Arguing with her was rarely worth the effort, so the Triple Threat Investigation Agency it was.

If you’d like to see how they deal with a cast of curious (if not treacherous) characters, please check the P.I.s here . . .

https://www.amazon.ca/Forever-Poi-Tyler-Colins/dp/1079716483

Forever Poi, Please Enjoy . . .

. . . our last caper for 99 cents!  Hey, it’s Rey (again).

For less than a buck, you can get Forever Poi, our fourth Triple Threat Investigation Agency book and third official case.  So, what can I do to tweak your interest?  How about some highlights?

♠   two art galleries get torched (and two bodies are found in the ashes) . . . and guess who gets to figure out who the perp is?

♠   one of the deceased is—er, was—a gallery partner . . . and guess who’d just had a real ugly break-up?

♠   the sister of said gallery partner is a stunning femme fatale . . . and guess who’s got a twisted past, in addition to a couple of not-too-happy ex-hubbies?

♠   lover(s) of said femme fatale are beyond smitten . . . and guess how far they’d go to please her?

There’s a whole whack more, but that’s all I’m going to share today.  He-he.

Please check us out at:

https://www.amazon.ca/Forever-Poi-Tyler-Colins/dp/1079716483

Forever Poi, Oh Boy!

Our third official case as Oahu-based P.I.s, Forever Poi is available for 99 cents for a couple more days.  Oh boy, what a deal!  Hi there, it’s JJ today.

Poi is the fourth book, as an FYI, in the Triple Threat Investigation Agency mystery series.  We’re out to learn who burned down two art galleries . . . and left two bodies in the ashes.  There are a number of potential perps, each as intriguing (and treacherous) as the other. 

Here’s an excerpt:

“Why do you suppose he’s not returned calls?” Rey asked as we followed the Jag along Kapiolani, five cars behind. “Guilt? Sadness? A combination of?”

“Only he can answer that.”

“Who’s the woman looking very Audrey Hepburn?”

“The same one I’ve seen twice already.”

“But who is she?”

“Your guess is—”

“As good as mine, yeah.”

“Xavier mentioned a half sister. Maybe that’s her.”

“From what little I’ve seen, there’s absolutely no resemblance. James-Henri has a dumpling nose and a donut-round face.”

“And he has hazel eyes while hers are powder-blue,” I added. “I did say ‘maybe’.”

“She’s certainly very attractive. And that designer red lipstick is awesome.”

The sporty car pulled into one of three empty spaces before a row of unexceptional townhouse-condos near Ward and Prospect. Most had once been dusty pink and were now just plain dusty. I maneuvered into a parking spot on the street.

Rey scanned stores and checked her cell. “That’s Carlos’ place.”

“Really?” I looked at her, surprised. “How do you know?”

“Gail emailed just before you picked me up. She told me she’d be researching the two as soon as she got home, but had done some preliminary stuff and came across this address. Given his background and everything, she found it weird.” She appeared perturbed. “Not what you’d expect a successful gallery owner-slash-consultant to live in, is it?”

“He did have financial issues according to Ald.”

She gestured the duo. “They don’t appear to want to do much but yak and watch.”

“Maybe they know we’re back here.”

“Then why stop?”

“You got me,” I replied with a fleeting smile, keeping a vigilant eye on the two lest they shot off again.

“He must have a key.”

I concurred.

“It’s odd that Carlos lived here and James-Henri there. I mean, they were lovers, at least until recently. I can’t imagine one allowing the other to live in such a . . . a blah place.”

“Blah?” I grinned.

“Ugly. Cheap. It’s not in keeping with the lifestyle or persona he was projecting.”

“You mean successful gallery owner?” I asked dryly, noting that neither sportscar occupant appeared anxious or concerned.

Rey grunted into her cell when taiko drumming announced a call. “We got James-Henri and an Audrey Hepburn wannabe in sight. What’s up? You at the office?” She glanced at me and shrugged. After a few uh-huhs, she disconnected. “Lindy-Loo wants us to head home when we’re able.”

“Is she all right?”

“She’s something, that’s for sure,” my cousin replied flatly and gestured. “Our prey aren’t doing much.”

“Either are we,” I said regretfully.

“To hell with that.” With Reynalda Fonne-Werde melodramatic (reckless) flair, my cousin sprang from the Jeep and strode purposefully to the Jag.

I hope I’ve whet your whistle enough that you might want to check us out …

https://www.amazon.ca/Forever-Poi-Tyler-Colins/dp/1079716483

No Ploy, Forever Poi

It’s Rey, hey!  My turn to invite you to invest 99 cents in the Forever Poi promo, running today thru the 13th.   No game, no joke – a mere 99 cents (woo-hoo).

Poi is our third case as Oahu P.I.s  For those who aren’t familiar with us, we’re private eyes from the Triple Threat Investigation Agency, which has proven pretty successful since we opened, if I do say so myself . . . and I do.

The case: figure out who burned down two art galleries.  And, given there were two bodies found in the rubble, learn who killed them . . .  coz as sure as the sun rises in the east, they weren’t victims of the fire.  They were murdered.  Question: was the fire set to cover up the killings?  Or were they two distinct, different crimes?

There’s a curious cast of characters/culprits, including (but not limited to):

♠   aspiring art manager and former queenpin    ♠   self-absorbed, now-single gallery owner    ♠   local torch    ♠   stunning femme fatale    ♠   devoted lover(s) of femme fatale    ♠   resentful ex-hubbies     ♠   upcoming (and kinda weird) artist.

We’d love it if you checked us out (and really love it if you maybe, kinda, would review it, please, please, please)?

https://www.amazon.ca/Forever-Poi-Tyler-Colins/dp/1079716483

Mahalo!